carlitabonita (carlitabonita) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-03-25 20:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | carlita, jasper, z - 1st tribe - day 12 |
Carlita needs hugs.
Who: Carlita and open
What: Being sleepy, homesick, and greasy
Where: The river
When: Afternoon
Ratings: idk. PG?
Carlita couldn't sleep at night. She was scared of falling, getting eaten, having nightmares and waking up the whole camp screaming. A multitude of things. She had slept yesterday by Quinn's fire, curled up like a little girl, but it hadn't been the beginning of a trend. The night had been bad, lying uncomfortable in her blanket trying not to stir or bother anyone, finding herself missing her sister's snuffly snoring. Wishing that someone spoke Spanish who she could complain to. Heck, she was trying her hardest with the whole English thing but her accent was so thick, and the fact of the matter was that Carlita just wasn't bright enough to pick up much, even when she kept her ears peeled at all times. She needed someone to sit down and actually tutor her.
On top of that, she was greasy. It wasn't always the same with olive skinned women, but for Carlita? She had the classic problem of the skintone that her oil production was just crazy. Her roots looked like she'd sheened butter on them, and the mother of all zits was peering up through the skin on her chin. Gross. She felt horrible. Tired and as close to grouchy as she'd ever been, which was new. Carlita was never anything but sunny. However now she was sitting by the river looking extremely dejected and dipping her toes into the water - trying to pluck up the courage to remove her nightwear and actually wash but didn't want anyone to stumble across her naked. There was a Priest running around for goodness sake.
She sighed and splashed some water half-heartedly up her prickly unshaved leg, hating herself slightly for her poor-me attitude when everyone was in the same situation, but not quite convincing herself to snap out of the deep blue funk she was in.